voice inside your head

[sashimi55]

Human bodies are so weird like the upper half consists of every single vital organ and the lower half is legs

[dambiex]

[feldfrog]

Some people can rotate a cube in their mind. I can rotate multiple cubes. In my stomach. I swallowed some dice

[voiceinsideyourheadnumber7]

Slop this slop that how about you give me a sloppy kiss and make me forget my childhood trauma

[saturnmortis]

(:3 っ)∋ <- seal

[lobsterwall]

the white man will eat anything. as long as ☝️you tell them it is Korean or Japanese

[tunisian]

“why are you like that” because im full of love and whimsy and childlike wonder

[pangur-and-grim]

the club moss I got for my terrarium is dying, despite being lovingly packed into organic soil with oven-fried leaf litter and bioactive springtails and isopods, and meanwhile in my fridge my fuck ass onions are sending out bright green shoots as happy as could be in their cold dark box of fucking nothing

[voiceinsideyourheadnumber7]

People don't care that 84 is divisible by 7 and it clearly shows in our society

[kosmogrl]

[asteroidtroglodyte]

Me, tears streaming down my face, sobbing, as I stare at the stars: it’s just so beautiful

The medieval peasant I went back in time to give a bag of Doritos to, concerned: what terrible and powerful sorcerers they must have in your age, to be able to veil the vault of heaven itself from view, as you say

Me, sniffling: I didn’t realize, I can’t, it’s so much, I, I… are the chips good, at least?

Medieval peasant, trying to make me feel better: they’re… magical, strange traveler

[i-am-a-fish]

I was searching the internet for <character> because I like <character> and the auto search results recommended to me, in order

🔍 <character>

🔍 <character> death

[what-even-is-thiss]

It’s so annoying when I say I have an irrational fear or a phobia and people try to logic me out of it. I just told you that it’s irrational.

[voiceinsideyourheadnumber7]

#please don't explain to me how pigeons are harmless I don't care #what makes you think I am rational about fears #if I was rational with my fears I wouldn't have a pet turtle that can bite my finger off

[i-am-a-fish]

new reblog game where you don't reblog it. just scroll on past! thank you for reading my post

[voiceinsideyourheadnumber7]

I like the shape the letters make,it's pretty

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

as a younger person I'd sometimes get overwhelmed with the violence of the world, not just human violence but the violence done to animals and by animals, the innate violence of being an animal. because an animal is, by definition, an organism that must consume other organisms to live. and this would lodge in my spiraling young adult mind, the tragedy that to live, to be a creature, is to cause harm. that life is sustained by consuming life.

eventually I got older (and medicated), but in the meantime spending time in woodland really helped. it comforted me to be around plantlife, which feeds not on life but on sunlight, and therefore causes no harm.

anyway now I'm reading The Hidden Life Of Trees by Peter Wohlleben (incredible book) and it turns out that was a big fat LIE. forests are violent as FUCK

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

life as a tree is fucking BRUTAL. ok no they don't actually eat each other (well, not until they've been broken down and digested by microorganisms first) but competition is FIERCE. sunlight and water are finite resources. survival rates are dismal. a tree can release a million seeds in a lifetime and have only one offspring live to maturity. some species evolved ways of stealing sunlight from trees who got there first, bidding their time as a sapling then shooting out from under older canopies to hog as as much light as possible. next-door neighbors? fuck em, let em starve.

then you get shit like epiphytes that decided to just grow on top of other plants. strangler fig vines, for instance, which decided well fuck, im just gonna cling to this tree trunk and let it do the support work. maybe entangle our roots and envelope my host completely over time. oopsie my host died? that's ok I'll just cling to its corpse for eternity

equally horrifying is the honeysuckle, which preys on young trees boa-constrictor style, squeezing the life out of saplings, which grow with permanent deformities before dying prematurely (makes for a neat walking stick though)

then you get out and proud parasites like mistletoe who are happy to attach themselves to tree canopies and suck their blood extract water and nutrients. so yeah some plants do eat each other actually. gives ya some perspective on the old christmas tradition of hunting mistletoe with guns (yes that's a thing, shooting them down out of trees like squirrels. yes, unlike squirrels they deserve it). as for the romance angle, who doesn't want to kiss a lover beneath the dying corpse of a parasitic trophy kill? sexy as heck.

in conclusion, PLANTS ARE VIOLENT AS FUCK, and that's not even getting into the eternal chemical warfare they are forced to wage against insects, fungi, microbes and other enemies.

one day soon the forests will turn on us, and when that day comes I'm cheerfully betraying humanity and skipping away to cross enemy lines 🫡

kofi

[biggest-gaudiest-poltergeist]

to those who thought this post was heading in a heartwarming direction, i do NOT apologize and i DO hope the forest and its creeping mycelium tendrils crawl their way into your nightmares

[voiceinsideyourheadnumber7]

Why can't I grow anything. Weeds grow better than my things, WEEDS THEY DONT EVEN GET WATER ITS SAND YOURE GROWING IN AND I AM GIVING YOU GOOD SOIL KILL YOURSELF

No wait don't kill yourself that's the whole point

[voiceinsideyourheadnumber7]

I am happy nowadays, I didn’t use to be very happy, but I feel like I miss the older me.

For context I am a 17-year-old male living in Pakistan more specifically Karachi, I have decent grades for my family’s standards and do the chores I am assigned. I have a decent group of friends, am a respectable person in my college. In general, I don’t have many problems in my life and most of the time, I am happy. Now for when I was younger, around 9 or 10, I don’t remember much except I wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, didn’t have many friends. I don’t remember much but I do remember vividly I was very suicidal and thought of many ways to end I all, thankfully I didn’t try anything. So that for the context on my situation. Now for why I’m confused, I sometimes just get a few random frames or images from my childhood, some I remember the context to, and others I have no idea if they even happened, but they all look so vibrant and beautiful that I want to relive them or just go to the place which I don’t even know existed because they might have just spawned in my head, I don’t know. As for the memories for which I remember the context completely, they look exactly the same, but they don’t feel the same, I cant really explain this but they are the same place but so vastly different that I can never really experience them again. honestly, I don’t even think this feeling is confusion, I am just clueless about what this is but I want to know. Feel free to ask me further if you can help me understand what this feeling is called